Passion - Alex/Goodwin
Title - Passion
Fandom - Lost
Rating - 15
Warning - One naughty word
Pairing - Alex/Goodwin and hints of Alex/Karl
Summary - Charts the beginning middle and end of a relationship.
Authors Note - Written for cult_ships "Rewind" Challenge using prompts from weeks 1 ("Love is Boring"), 8 ("I don't give a damn"), 11 (Change Quote - "Just Because Everything is Different Does Not Mean Anything has Changed"), 14 (Goodbye to you - End of a relationship), 18 (Parenting) and 21 (May to December and Goodwin).
I promised myself I wouldn't write Alex/Goodwin for another one of these challenges...ops.
Also apologises if this is rushed or full of typos as it was kinda written at the last minute. Anyway, hope you enjoy and remember feedback is love! :)
“Love is so boring.” She mumbled, skipping a stone across rippling waves.
Things had gotten predictable between her and Karl, gone was the thrill of his presence, the laughter at his tired jokes. She realised she wanted something more than a sun dried, comfortable love. She needed excitement. She needed heart pounding, addictive, can’t-live-without-it love.
“Well you’re obviously not in love with the right person.”
The smug voice from behind her made her jump. She didn’t know anyone else was on the beach let alone stood right behind her.
“What?” She snapped irritably, just who did he think he was anyway listening in on her private soliloquy.
He smirked; Goodwin always did know how to piss her off.
“I said if you think that love is boring, you obviously aren’t in love with the right person.”
“How dare you come over here - sneak up on me - and then throw around your opinions like you’re…. you’re…”
“…Some kind of God?” He supplied while she still angrily grappled for the right word.
She stared at him hotly, smouldering with rage.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Goodwin’s clear amusement at her growing anger did nothing to improve her countenance.
She scowled before putting her rage to action with a slender hand flying towards his face. He really was the lowest piece of scum she had ever met and that meant a lot - after all she knew Ethan!
Alex was surprised when instead of feeling a sting as palm connected with cheek she felt strong fingers curl around her wrist.
“I don’t think you should do that.” His fingers squeezed her wrist before dropping it suddenly as if it had scolded him.
“I don’t give a damn.”
His lips - hot, fast - met hers in the blink of an eye.
She pulled away infuriated at his boldness.
“Fuck you.” She spat before the magnetic allure of those lips drew her back in for another kiss.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She panted.
“I don’t give a damn.” He replied with a grin.
*
Alex had never known that anger was so dangerous, so inextricably linked with passion, as she plunged herself into an illicit affair with a man nearly twice her age.
What would daddy say if he knew?
She didn’t care. She couldn’t stop. She was addicted.
Whenever she was with Karl she felt so mind-numbingly bored, she found her mind wandering; comparing him unfavourably to Goodwin.
Suddenly she saw what passion truly was and it wasn’t an awkward fumble in the backyard or a clammy hand wrapped around her own.
She watched Goodwin while he babysat the few kids on the island and felt a small thrill. He was so different with them. So tender, so forgiving. He would make a great dad one day and with that realisation came another; this was the love she had been waiting for the love that she had craved.
*
Just like everything based on anger, the love slowly began to destroy them. The passion, the lies, it ate away at them until all that was left was the arguments; savage and raw.
“This isn’t working.” He told her under the stars.
She blinked back tears as she kept her eyes unwavering on the sky. “Why not?”
“Because I’m starting to care too much.” His voice was gruff; almost angry.
His caring too much had made him jealous, protective, hers made her neurotic and fragile.
“You should go back to Karl.”
“But how can I after all this? Everything has changed, I’ve changed?” She wasn’t sure she could go back to a boring, constant love; not after him.
“Hey,” A broad finger on her chin tilted her face towards his. “Just because everything is different, doesn’t mean everything has changed. Karl still loves you, he won’t hurt you like I do.”
She nodded as a pain arrested her deep in her chest. He was right; Karl had never made her hurt like that. At least she knew he would always be there and wouldn’t abandon her, not like Goodwin.
*
That night as she lay in Karl’s arms her slender fingers caressed her stomach and the life it protected. The thought occurred to her that there was something to be said for boring, predictable, safe love after all.
Fandom - Lost
Rating - 15
Warning - One naughty word
Pairing - Alex/Goodwin and hints of Alex/Karl
Summary - Charts the beginning middle and end of a relationship.
Authors Note - Written for cult_ships "Rewind" Challenge using prompts from weeks 1 ("Love is Boring"), 8 ("I don't give a damn"), 11 (Change Quote - "Just Because Everything is Different Does Not Mean Anything has Changed"), 14 (Goodbye to you - End of a relationship), 18 (Parenting) and 21 (May to December and Goodwin).
I promised myself I wouldn't write Alex/Goodwin for another one of these challenges...ops.
Also apologises if this is rushed or full of typos as it was kinda written at the last minute. Anyway, hope you enjoy and remember feedback is love! :)
“Love is so boring.” She mumbled, skipping a stone across rippling waves.
Things had gotten predictable between her and Karl, gone was the thrill of his presence, the laughter at his tired jokes. She realised she wanted something more than a sun dried, comfortable love. She needed excitement. She needed heart pounding, addictive, can’t-live-without-it love.
“Well you’re obviously not in love with the right person.”
The smug voice from behind her made her jump. She didn’t know anyone else was on the beach let alone stood right behind her.
“What?” She snapped irritably, just who did he think he was anyway listening in on her private soliloquy.
He smirked; Goodwin always did know how to piss her off.
“I said if you think that love is boring, you obviously aren’t in love with the right person.”
“How dare you come over here - sneak up on me - and then throw around your opinions like you’re…. you’re…”
“…Some kind of God?” He supplied while she still angrily grappled for the right word.
She stared at him hotly, smouldering with rage.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Goodwin’s clear amusement at her growing anger did nothing to improve her countenance.
She scowled before putting her rage to action with a slender hand flying towards his face. He really was the lowest piece of scum she had ever met and that meant a lot - after all she knew Ethan!
Alex was surprised when instead of feeling a sting as palm connected with cheek she felt strong fingers curl around her wrist.
“I don’t think you should do that.” His fingers squeezed her wrist before dropping it suddenly as if it had scolded him.
“I don’t give a damn.”
His lips - hot, fast - met hers in the blink of an eye.
She pulled away infuriated at his boldness.
“Fuck you.” She spat before the magnetic allure of those lips drew her back in for another kiss.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She panted.
“I don’t give a damn.” He replied with a grin.
*
Alex had never known that anger was so dangerous, so inextricably linked with passion, as she plunged herself into an illicit affair with a man nearly twice her age.
What would daddy say if he knew?
She didn’t care. She couldn’t stop. She was addicted.
Whenever she was with Karl she felt so mind-numbingly bored, she found her mind wandering; comparing him unfavourably to Goodwin.
Suddenly she saw what passion truly was and it wasn’t an awkward fumble in the backyard or a clammy hand wrapped around her own.
She watched Goodwin while he babysat the few kids on the island and felt a small thrill. He was so different with them. So tender, so forgiving. He would make a great dad one day and with that realisation came another; this was the love she had been waiting for the love that she had craved.
*
Just like everything based on anger, the love slowly began to destroy them. The passion, the lies, it ate away at them until all that was left was the arguments; savage and raw.
“This isn’t working.” He told her under the stars.
She blinked back tears as she kept her eyes unwavering on the sky. “Why not?”
“Because I’m starting to care too much.” His voice was gruff; almost angry.
His caring too much had made him jealous, protective, hers made her neurotic and fragile.
“You should go back to Karl.”
“But how can I after all this? Everything has changed, I’ve changed?” She wasn’t sure she could go back to a boring, constant love; not after him.
“Hey,” A broad finger on her chin tilted her face towards his. “Just because everything is different, doesn’t mean everything has changed. Karl still loves you, he won’t hurt you like I do.”
She nodded as a pain arrested her deep in her chest. He was right; Karl had never made her hurt like that. At least she knew he would always be there and wouldn’t abandon her, not like Goodwin.
*
That night as she lay in Karl’s arms her slender fingers caressed her stomach and the life it protected. The thought occurred to her that there was something to be said for boring, predictable, safe love after all.